Because that’s my fucking dream. Because that’s what I live for and that’s all I want to live for. And to imagine failing miserably at this; to be left unspoken to creeps the fuck out of me.
So I keep doing this, though I know I do not try as hard as I should. And I see people who try as hard as I do or even more, and I see them moving forward, and I see them realizing their dreams bit by bit and I don’t know – I can’t fucking tell – if I am moving myself, either backwards or forwards. And time goes by.